Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
A Parable of the 1%* Imagine a flock of pigeons in a corn field. Imagine that ninety-nine of them, instead of pecking the corn they need and using it as they need it, start to collect all they can into one big heap. Imagine that they do not leave much corn for themselves, but save… Continue reading The Daily: 23 February 2023
Well, that marmot saw his shadow. And now that we've passed the beginning of the beginning of spring, it is finally winter. The skies are increasingly blue. The landscape is white. The walk to my back door is a solid sheet of ice. (I left the last few inches of snow on top so that… Continue reading The Daily: 3 February 2023
In one of the more curious instances of holidays reclaimed from obscurity, Wales has resurrected St Dwynwen's Day on January 25th. St Dwynwen was a fifth century princess, the loveliest of King Brychan Brycheiniog’s twenty-four daughters, and the Welsh patron saint of lovers. Her day in the Welsh calendar has steadily grown in popularity since… Continue reading The Daily: 25 January 2023
I read the entry for the month of January in the Vermont Almanac (v. III) and was pleasantly surprised to discover that January 2022 was much colder than average — almost 7°F colder — and very much colder than average for the last twenty years. It did not make the list for top ten coldest… Continue reading The Daily: 19 January 2023
is ill... First week of the spring semester and already two of us (out of a staff of three) have severe colds. Not COVID. But still, lots of snot happening in the bookstore this week. I have phlegm in the brain and can't do words... so I'm taking a few days off. Cheers! Eliza
for 19 December 2022 Some of the responses to the last couple essays inspired a bit more thinking. I decided to share it because that's sort of the point of this writing, communication. Back and forth. If all I wanted to do was to blurt out my thoughts, I'd choose a lower effort medium, like… Continue reading The Daily
I do not hold with private meditation as a path toward insight. It may quiet the stream enough for you to corral your thoughts. Perhaps you can better see into the corners of your mind, what might be called subconsciousness if that wasn’t such an abused and now meaningless term, but they are still your… Continue reading The Flow of Wisdom
I spent too many hours last week at work with the flu. My weekend, Monday & Tuesday, was spent more or less asleep. So I have nothing written. Apologies. Next week will be better. Cheers!
Just when I think I've got things under control... First, we had a major shuffle at work. Upshot is I've got more hours and a new schedule to figure out. I am the manager of plants now, no staff... except one cat. So there's that. Then I found out that one can not park one's… Continue reading A Forced Hiatus
Beginning today, I'm going to have to pull back from even aspiring for five posts a week. I know you've noticed that I've not been hitting that mark very often of late. This is the official notice that I have to stop even trying. It's not good for me. I wouldn't call it burn-out. I… Continue reading Dialing Back
By My Solitary Hearth 